Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9826 | 2023-01-02 05:41:37 | 77.98 | 97% |
| 9746 | 2022-12-31 08:03:18 | 76.53 | 96% |
| 8748 | 2022-11-09 17:00:07 | 71.16 | 96% |
| 5070 | 2022-03-30 07:04:08 | 71.80 | 97% |
| 4007 | 2022-01-29 08:25:03 | 64.83 | 96% |
| 3405 | 2021-12-30 09:15:35 | 61.88 | 96% |
| 3003 | 2021-12-13 17:04:53 | 62.91 | 96% |